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heaven for dogs.

When i think of my lost pal,
I think he's in a better place.
bones fill each cloud,
and no abuse for miles around,
the blissful sounds of cars,
or maybe wonderful dog parks.
I lay in bed and dream,
I hope and pray,
and maybe someday,
my dog will see those fire hydron gates.




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